I will be honest, I did not want to go out tonight. It was (and still is) cold, wet, windy and utterly miserable outdoors and, to top it all, my legs were still protesting a bit after Monday night's exertions.
I was, however, still a little short of the distance target I set myself for this month, and as awful as the weather is this evening, it's forecast to be worse tomorrow and Friday, so I decided to just be brave, and head out.
40 minutes and just shy of 6k later, I returned home, soaked to the skin, looking thoroughly bedraggled, but with a sense of achievement that comes of ticking off another goal as completed. Weather permitting, I may manage one more run between now and the end of the month, but having got my 120k for January under my belt, I won't be too disappointed if the weather encourages me to take an extra rest day or two before I start my assault on February...